It's common now, there's no sense.

It's common now, there's no sense.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

We all lost our edge
finding out the world
was round.
For the people,
the consequences followed:
the world that made sense
became the world that
made no sense,
and the world changed
from that day forward.
For those who
had common sense
now became
just commoners
minus the sense.
It's just all senseless.
Okay! Robots go back
to your phone texting.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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sorry, andrew, I would have commented on this poem.
But I am too busy texting to stop and have a taste of real life.

I am sure your words are good though...how about texting them to me?

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thanks J I will text them to you. ;)
dearest Andrew... you speak a language that lingers
on a page where once there were happy notes...
but now the music is melancholy when there may be
troubled times for mankind. We hold a Key to unlock
every door to every heart... if only we Believe...
tenderly, Pat

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thanks for a lovely review Pat.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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